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Violet Blue went to a sex party the other day. She had fun, too, except for the elf spanking part:

I did, however, object to the elf. Yes, there was a guy there dressed as an adult, longhaired elf. In tight olive green Lycra, with a little loincloth and fake pointy ears. He looked like that Peter Pan dude (but with a mullet). He found a victim, er, I mean a girl that was alone at the party, and gave her one of those icky-guy, massage-turns-into-grope-session, then they spanked each other. Hornboy and I decided that nothing turned us off more than elf spanks. Bleah.

Library Girl posted a long report on one of the Shadow Lane spanking parties, which sounds like a lot of fun. Stuff like this:

TG called Matt a “lame-ass” (or was it “dumb-ass?” It was definitely something – ass) so Steve dragged her into the bedroom. I followed and picked up this light little paddle. I gave her a few smacks for calling my boyfriend a bad name and she kept saying, “Just you wait till I get up!”

Then it was my turn. And that light little paddle? OMG! I think that stupid paddle was crafted by some minion of Satan. It was HORRIBLE! I ended up with a yucky bruise right in the center of my right cheek. hope TG didn’t get bruised!

I always worry when spankos go off the air suddenly and without explanation, as most of them seem eventually to do. Hair Brush Action was a fun spanking blog that went 404 without warning a couple of months ago. And La Fess‚ is gone now, without much explanation (and without responding to my offer to mirror the old posts to keep them on the web).

I hope both those guys just got high-maintenance spanko girlfriends, and had to drop their blogs because their spanking arms were too sore to type. Sorry to see them go.

I think I’ve seen the Reges & Kelly show once, in a motel room while putting on my shoes. I don’t do television morning shows.

However, I am amused by this account of their banter, emailed to me by a viewer:

Regis & Kelly were discussing the strict social rules that govern Singapore. Evidently, until recently it was illegal to chew gum there. I take it that Kelly is a gum chewer, and Regis warned her that Singapore is not the place for her to go. She agreed, and then mentioned that they are very strict about many other things as well, reminding Regis about that kid a few years ago who was caned there for some minor infraction. Regis said that caning was terrible (or words to that effect) and Kelly agreed. But: then she added that it also depended on WHO WAS DOING THE CANING!

Indeed.

Another review copy of a caning video has arrived in my mailbox. Love Story is the latest excellent production from Mood Pictures, and it’s the fourth video they’ve sent me for review. (Hmmm, you think my reviews might be generating some sales? Sometimes I wonder why more spanking video producers aren’t sending me review copies.)

Fair warning, Love Story is not for the faint of heart. The girls each take about fifty hard cane strokes, and wind up with bottoms that look pretty raw. The movie has a fun premise, though, that gestures toward an old fantasy of mine: a caning contest!

The setup goes like this. Two pretty girls discover that they have a boyfriend in common, and begin to bicker about who should get him. Just then the boyfriend’s sister (who looks astonishingly like Buffy) comes along, and offers a proposal to sort things out: She’ll cane both girlfriends, and the one who can take the most gets the boy. Call it trial by ordeal, just like the old days.

This all gets hashed out in an astonishingly civil conversation, after which the canings commence. The contestants take ten strokes at a time, in turn, counting the strokes and wincing a lot. The caning is severe from the beginning — sister is not messing around!

Unfortunately the story quickly goes a little sour. The two girls are very different; one’s a bit of sweetheart, and shows her very convincing suffering from the beginning. The other comes off like an leather-butted dropout from a school for delinquent girls, keeping a stone face until very late in her caning, and sneering at the camera. Her bottom is caned just as raw, but she manages a convincing “you’re not getting through to me” attitude for at least the first thirty strokes.

After each girl has had fifty strokes, helpful sister wimps out and calls a halt. The competitors then start caning each other (alternating five strokes each) and it’s just no contest from there on out. The sweet one turns out not to be able to cane; when it’s her turn, she barely swings the cane, and it looks like leather-butt is trying not to laugh. The sweet one, who was showing more distress all along, quickly gives up.

Leaving aside the little detail that the girl I wanted to win, didn’t, I liked Love Story pretty well. Bethie was gasping and hiding her eyes a bit from the welts the girls got, but the contest aspect was fairly novel and quite a lot of fun. And the cheating boyfriend probably got what he deserves — namely, the tougher, meaner girl. My only regret was that the sister got off scot free. I was hoping the two girlfriends would jump her at the end and pay her back.

Bottom line: if you like authentic and severe caning videos with girls that are pretty, you’ll like Love Story.

Claire got herself a computer curfew the other day so she could get her work under control. Then she promptly and knowingly ignored it, leading to predictable results:

Probably those cracks I made last night about him being a lazy dom when baseball was on didn’t help any. [Oh, I’m sure they helped a lot, actually. — Ed.] He ordered me off the chair and over the desk, yanked my panties down, glanced around for a suitable implement, and settled on some flimsy nylon strap to a camera case. Seeing as though that got little more than a smirk out of me, he soon switched to the heavier power cords – quite a different reaction there. Hopping from one foot to the other and yelling, to be precise. I learned they make an intricate pattern on your hindquarters, like a flogger would, though I’ve never experienced a flogger myself. The burn is intense, both hot and cold, deep and enduring. It’s been several hours now and it’s still burning. Without thinking, my hand continues to fly back there for comfort but does not soothe the ongoing sting. In my limited experience so far, there has only been one implement to exceed the pain of camera/computer cords, and that was a (now-retired) antique riding crop: simply unbearable.

Here’s a woman who had fun on her trip to Alaska:

Since I had my birthday while we were on the cruise, Fritz gave me a nice birthday spanking at sea. Anyway, since we happened to be cruising the inner passages (sounds kinky) of Tracy’s Arm, we decided a picture of me in my birthday suit, on my birthday, of my freshly spanked bottom on the balcony would be appropriate.

We certainly do agree.

Found at Alaska Nude.